Emryc heard most of what Morgan attempted to say, and he especially enjoyed the sounds that came with it. Making the regal prince lose control was quite possibly one of Emryc’s favorite things to do. He was unapologetic and shameless in his actions, but all of them conveyed just how desired and cherished Morgan was. Emryc wasn’t the best with words, but his actions relayed all his poetic prose for him. It came through with the way he paid attention to every little detail, the way he reacted and adjusted to each movement and sound from Morgan, the way he focused entirely on the other man.
Morgan’s trilling voice sang out his name a few more times before a final time, and Emryc took his time even then. He pulled back after a long moment, tracing lazy kisses along his thighs before he glanced up at him, “Quite the tale you sang for me, nightingale,” He said simply as he wiped his mouth and moved up towards Morgan. His hands were placed on either side of him on the bed again as he grinned down at the Firrerreo.
“I’m proud of you for not ruining my hair,” He said before he leaned down to kiss him, taking a moment to sink in against the man. He pulled away only to bury his face against his neck, “I almost have everything I value in the galaxy right here,” Emryc said quietly with a satisfied tone.
@Mr. Teatime